This is a song about "The greateat"

As the king upon the throne

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Down the street to the car,